slung low in the highlands; castile

[Kora]

She knew Leander would be looking for her. He was relentless, that way – someone who never gave up on family. The same could no longer be said of her, now, could it? Her mind turns to what she and Woolf had done, and she thinks of the child who was made a woman. Evia. A name was all she had given their daughter. In another life, she might have been a good mother – though perhaps not a great one – but she would have tried. Yet that was before. The sea had changed her, and the Kora she was now was not meant for motherhood. So she kept moving. Lee would be thorough in his search, which is why she hadn’t stayed long in Nerine and eventually ended up in a territory she knew to be called Loess. It is hot here beneath the summer sun – a fact the winter mage finds quite uncomfortable, which is why a storm of winter cloud hovers above her, following overhead as she picks her way through the rocky outcroppings. Her delicate frame is encased in translucent ice that shifts like any living thing across her gold-and-white skin, thick against the heat, and the flora that had been thriving shrivels against the freezing wind she brings. The truth was that she now hungered for more than what her past life could ever have offered her. The Kora she was now craved an unhindered existence. She had once been meek and small, but that had been swept aside – replaced by the ice in her veins. Her power was dangerous; it ached to be set loose. And why not? Fear would not stop her. Family would not shackle her. She would have the freedom she so craves, even if she has to take it for herself.   kora mage of winter

@[Castile]